Leonard Cohen and Anjani Thomas

When Cohen speaks, it sounds like a poem.  

      Now it seems as though it was written in anticipation of Leonard's passing. Poignant. Thanks for the dance Leonard.

Thanks for the dance
I'm sorry, you're tired
The evening has hardly begun
Thanks for the dance
Try to look inspired
One two three, one two three one

There's a rose in my hair

My shoulders are bare

I've been wearing this costume forever

Turn up the music, pour out the wine

Stop at the surface, the surface is fine

We don't need to go any deeper

Thanks for the dance

I hear that we're married

One two three, one two three one

Thanks for the dance

And the baby I carried

It was almost a daughter or a son

And there's nothing to do

But to wonder if you

Are as hopeless as me and as decent

We're joined in the spirit

Joined at the hip, joined in the panic

Wondering if we've come to some sort

Of agreement.

It was fine it was fast

I was first I was last

In line at the Temple of Pleasure

But the green was so green

And the blue was so blue

I was so I and you were so you

The crisis was light as a feather.